Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.